"Same here", Bobby said, opening another cabinet door. "The rooms are really nice. Mine is anyway, I'm assuming they all are. And I'm glad, I'd be pretty pissed off if I'd found out I'd signed up to live in some shithole for a whole year."
Bobby reached into the cabinet, pulling out an individual serving sized bag of baked chips. Holding them in one hand and his water in the other, he started back toward the refrigerator. "I should find something more than this", he said, more to himself than to Avery. Bobby set his things on the countertop and opened the fridge door, looking in again.